The biologist arguedthat the only death thatmattered was the death of species; 'Individual biology matters least.'

'Only the planet matters'said the environmentalist.

America lofted the individualgraffiting on the Universal wall'All Death is the Death of the individual.'

The British had no remedyoffering instead a spot of teasaying Death Downis better sippedwith chin-up determination.

The pastor said'Death is but a passageon to Heaven or Helland best to get your life straightened outbefore you hear that tolling bell.'

The Fatalist said 'do it, do it.'It is inevitable'

'Death' said the existentialist 'is other people whocan kill your spiriteven before Death comes-you arrive already deadat Deaths Door.

Life toois other peoplewho can make Death mutein a life well understood.

But, above allDeath cannot commit suicide; if you do I will have nothing to write about'said the Existentialist.

Death rose finally and spokein breathy tones:

'I admitI have enjoyedthe praise of the Fatalist; enjoyed my role as the Last Aribitorof Grim Joyand Lifeless Bravado; all come to mewith diverse facesfear, hunger, worshiping or welcoming;

but my Joyless Smilesilences all of thembecause on this side of the portalI am King.

To some I am Joy, or Releaseothers see me as Horror Grim.

But I amto memuch malignedand misunderstood.

Now in my own Suicide; all this will be clarified my death means the end of time; the end of all history.Birth tooshall also endwith my demise.'

'My suicide' Death saidis then, too, the Death of all Things,

because Life has no placein the Universewithout firstI, Death, having also lived.

You humansfragment what is an Immutable Wholeand point to fragmented beginnings and endings; guide your lives by theseand blind yourself to the Wholism Seedwhich says;

there is no beginning and no endthere is only the passingthrough the Passageswhere Birth is the very Endand toothe very beginningmediated by the Grim Gatekeeper: Me.

Life spoke saying

'Death you saythat your demiseis essential to my own beginning, that without endingsthere can be clearly no beginningsand with no Stops On The Railwayof Time and Space; everything ceases to exist.

'So Friend Death you saywe should relent: for all to continueto existwe must forbear youso that the flowers might bloomso that time continues to mate with space, so that all that is possibleis birthed from Death's fine potential; and Life's creationis of a piecemade possible tooby your suicide.I Life, owe youeverything.'.

Death sprang from his seat.'You make a mockery of me? Do you say that I am but a pathto you Life and irrelevant;

Life stood his groundto rejoin: ''You Death have a fatal flaw: in laying claimas life's progenitoronce spent and shorn you saywe all fall into your armsto reluctantly embrace the night; our true inheritor? '

Life stood her full heightsputtering'The purpose of existence is not Deathbut Life.'

You have misunderstood; Death is not the dyingnor is it the Surrender of Life.In Deathnot only does the individual diebut sadly Deathyou tooalso diebecause the dream is one of Immortalitynot Dead Death that you represent.

Indeed you are the Grimand with each dayhave no memorythat you are the deadone dying; most times by suicide.

Shocked and humbledDeath gasped.'Can this be true? '

'I die a thousand million deathsso that you lifecan renew? '

'True' Life saidYou are not Marytar but obstacle to the Newand die so thatILife can be.'You are a meansnot the end.

'Think on this Death.Came Life renew from Grim Death? That is too precious an irony andmoreis likely untrue.'

'No Life renews from Lifeand you Death must step asideby natural cause, or suicide.

BlanchingDeath said'All of this thenpredicates on the Death of Meendlessly? '

'I think so' said Life; and it was sothat Deaththen died by his own hand; a reluctant suicide; saying:

Death is individualincluding mine; repeated endlesslyits seems for all timeand each timeI forget, it seemsmy owndeathis doomed to repeat againand I not remember..

'All Death'Death saidin his last swoon

is the Death of Me.'My own Deathnot remembered.

'And' Life said'if you don't go willinglyor by suicideNature has decreedyou will have to goUnpeacefullyby my hand.

'Such a simple truth.'Death said

'Life is first in all of the Universeand Deathis lastand favored least.

Tragic, too, because it is my destinyto Dieagain, and again by my own hand.

'Saddest of all IroniesI am Deathand I die toobut lastmy death is noble best.'